Message-ID: <35390asstr$1014487812@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: X-Original-Message-ID: <200202230434.g1N4Ydk05162@mail9.bigmailbox.com> Content-Disposition: inline Content-Transfer-Encoding: binary Mime-Version: 1.0 From: "GM TH" X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Fri, 22 Feb 2002 20:34:39 -0800 Subject: {ASSM} Flights of Fantasy - Pt. 1 (F-solo,MMF,F/F,M/FF, oral,toys,bi,cons,bd,voy) Date: Sat, 23 Feb 2002 13:10:12 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: newsman, RuiJorge (c) 2002 by GMTH If you enjoyed this piece, consider dropping me a line to let me know! gmth@literotica.com ********* Tap. Tap. Nudge. Ahhhhhh yes, there's the spot. The sweet spot that sets my body aflame. I settled back into my pillows, gently exploring the sensitive area between my legs with a vibrator. Beneath a patch of curly hair still moist from the shower, I found the exquisitely tender nub I sought, and I circled it with the buzzing vibe, teasing it. First increasing the pressure, then backing off, slowly climbing the heights. With the thumb and index finger of my other hand, I began to pinch and squeeze one engorged nipple, reveling in the feel of the raised, bumpy areola surrounding it. I closed my eyes and let my mind wander, choosing a favorite sexual fantasy to enhance the experience. As the pressure began building in my clit, I heard the front door open and the sound of keys clanking on the kitchen table. Bill was home. But I was too far gone to stop now, and I continued to stroke myself with the vibrator. The characters in my fantasy were moving faster now, approaching climax, and so was I. I heard his footsteps coming down the hallway as I turned the vibrator up to full speed, my mind racing with violently erotic images. And then he was standing in the doorway. I felt his eyes on me, drinking in the sight of me pleasuring myself. I could almost sense the blood rushing to fill his cock as I bucked against the whirring bit of plastic, but I didn't open my eyes. I was too lost in my own fantasies and the building urgency in my pleasure centers as my climax neared. Finally, the pressure built to the boiling point and I cried out as my body was wracked with sharp, intense spasms that touched my very core. The whole world spun around me; the only fixed point was my screaming clit, the rest of my body twitched and contracted around it. It seemed a very long time before it ended, and I continued pulling on my nipples and pressing the vibrator against my clit until the last, weak tremor had finally passed. Only then did I open my eyes and turn my head toward the doorway. He was leaning casually against the door frame, hands jammed in his pockets. As I expected, he had a large bulge in the front of his jeans, and he was stroking it on both sides through the thin fabric of his pockets. I felt wonderfully relaxed and happy, and I stretched like a contented cat as I twisted the vibrator to the off position. "Hi, baby," I said dreamily. "How's your day?" "Better now," he said, pushing away from the door frame and crossing the room to take a seat on the bed beside me. "That was one helluva beautiful sight to come home to," he murmured, as he leaned over to kiss my naked breasts. They were still flushed pink from my orgasm. I curled my fingers into the silky hair at the back of his head and sighed. "I had a shitty day," I replied, "and I needed a little something to break the tension." "My God, what a fucking turn on," he breathed heavily in my ear as he grasped the lobe between his teeth. "Did it get you off knowing I was watching you?" "A little bit," I answered. He pulled back from the caresses and looked me in the eye. "Just a little bit?" he repeated. "Well, yeah," I said. "I mean, I knew you were there, but I was... thinking about other things." "What other things?" he asked, a confused look on his face. Then his expression hardened as he realized what I meant. "You mean you were fantasizing?" "Sure," I answered, grinning at his discomfiture. He sat back even further and scowled. "You do that all time? Even when we're having sex?" "Yes," I responded, laughing at the sudden serious tone in his voice. "What's the big deal? Don't you do it?" He stood up and began pacing back and forth next to the bed. "No," he said firmly. "I don't need to." He stopped and turned toward me, skewering me with those intense brown eyes of his. "What kinds of things do you think about? You and me?" "Sometimes," I responded hesitantly. "You and me, and us with Eve. And then some purely imaginary stuff. There are a bunch of things I fantasize about." "Yeah?" he said, sitting back down on the edge of the bed. "Like what?" I reached for him and attempted to pull him closer. "C'mon baby, just let it go." I smiled my most seductive smile. "I'm still horny. Let's create a little fantasy of our own." But he wasn't having any of it. His solid gaze continued, his mouth set firmly in a line. I knew him well enough to know that he wasn't going to let me up until I satisfied his curiosity. "All right," I sighed. "There are three specific ones that really get me off." I paused, unsure where to begin. "Go on," he urged "Well, do you remember that sex club that you, Eve and I went to in Manhattan a few years ago?" He didn't answer, but his eyes glazed over and I knew immediately that he understood what I was talking about. "Remember that room in the back, the one with the bar chained to the wall....?" ************* One unseasonably warm November afternoon just before my birthday, Bill dropped over to the apartment Eve and I shared together. He had business in New York City over the weekend, and asked if we'd like to accompany him. We were very excited by the idea. Eve had grown up in the Midwest and had never been to New York, and I hadn't been there since I was a kid. So, when Friday morning rolled around, we tossed our luggage into the back of Bill's SUV and started off. Eve and I spent the day sightseeing while Bill attended his meetings, then the three of us met up for an early dinner. We were all in high spirits and had quite a bit to drink, then decided to go bar hopping. As we were walking down 27th Street, Bill stopped and pointed to a set of stairs leading down below the sidewalk. The sign attached to the wrought-iron bars of the banister railing indicated that the stairs led down to an underground sex club. We could hear the loud bass of disco music thrumming in the air. "Whadda ya think?" Bill asked. Always up for a sexual adventure, we decided to check it out. My heart pounded with the thought of what lay inside as Bill exchanged a few bills with the burly bouncer seated just inside the front door. The air inside was stale and thick with cigarette smoke. The lights were low, and at first all we could make out were the flickering lights of the gas lamps on every table. As we worked our way to the bar and our eyes became accustomed to the half darkness, Eve nudged me and gestured toward the corner of the room where a beautiful young woman and two huge black men were putting on quite a show. Her face contorted with pleasure as one of them pumped her from behind, doggy style. As we watched, the second withdrew his cock from her between her lips and stroked himself until he spewed thick wads of cum onto her face. Several undressed men stood watching, their hard dicks jutting out from their bodies like flagpoles, obviously waiting their turn at her. A few feet away, another woman sat in a high-backed chair with her legs spread wide, fucking herself wildly with a large dildo while a crowd sat cheering her on. Similar scenes were being played out all around the room, as couple! s and groups of all different combinations went at it unabashedly. "Watch where you sit," Eve remarked wryly, as we found three seats at the bar. Bill ordered some tequila and for a while we sat and watched. It was a pretty incredible scene at first, but after the novelty wore off, I found it no more exciting than watching a porno flick. I was disappointed, and I could tell that Bill and Eve were, too. Bill signaled the bartender and ordered another round of drinks. As he brought them to us, Bill leaned forward and said, "Is this it? Is there any real action to be found here?" He had to shout to make himself heard over the music. "What are you into?" the bartender asked. "We've got a BDSM room in the back." My ears perked up at this. Bondage was one of my favorite fetishes, and Bill and Eve knew it. "Yeah?" Bill responded. "Where is it?" The bartender pointed to a lighted archway at the back of the room. Beyond it, we caught a glimpse of a large wooden door. "Back there," he said. "$50 for the key." The three of us exchanged glances. "Wanna give it a go?" Bill asked. When we responded in the affirmative, he pulled another greenback out of his wallet and passed it to the bartender. "For your birthday," he said to me, palming the key the bartender laid in front of him. We tossed back our shots and walked toward the archway, almost tripping over the legs of a kneeling woman deep throating her partner's dick. The heavy door muffled the thump of the music outside as we closed it behind us. Another bouncer sat inside the door, and he directed us to go down the hall and choose an empty room. The corridor was lined with large plate glass windows, giving everyone who traversed it a good look at the goings on in each room. In the first room we passed, we could see a petite blonde woman dressed in a crotchless, black leather bikini. She lay back on a couch, one thigh-high spiked black boot stretched out along the couch cushions. Her other leg was curled around the neck of a handcuffed woman crouching on the floor next to her. This second woman wore a leather collar, attached at the back to the dom's boot by a short chain. Her face was buried in the leather-clad dominatrix's pussy. The dominatrix pumped her leg back and forth, jerking the sub's head up and down by the chain and forcing the sub to fuck her with a dildo strapped to her chin. The dom's mouth was open in an "O" of ecstasy as she ground the sub's face into her wet cunt, criss-crossing her back with welts from a thin switch. In another room, we saw two naked women bound together back to back, their ankles shackled to the floor. Each of them sat spread eagled atop a large rubber ball about three feet in diameter. An obese man wearing only a black hood stood over them, lashing one of the women about the shoulders and breasts with a riding crop. With each bite of the crop, her body jerked and both women bounced up and down on their respective spheres. As they moved, we caught sight of two dildos attached to each ball, one planted in their pussies and the other deep in their assholes. "I think I'm going to like this," Bill murmured, pressing us forward toward an empty room. My legs turning to jello, I silently agreed. GMTH --------------------------- Check out my Literotica submissions! They're available through my profile at: http://www.literotica.com/stories/memberpage.php?uid=81664 ------------------------------------------------------------ Free Adult Fiction & More @ http://www.Literotica.com/ ----------------------------------------------------------------- ---- Express yourself with a super cool email address from BigMailBox.com. Hundreds of choices. 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